This isn't exactly a feminist tirade, but this is written by a woman, and it is written in annoyance. You raise your girls to be sweet, strong, and independent. (Wise parents teach their children to listen to opinions and discard or heed accordingly. The other ones just teach their kids to bullshit everything that everyone says. Still others bring up girls to be on guard and forget that spine so that everyone thinks well of them. I am not sure which is worse, but I detest people shoving their opinions down other people's throats in a show of liberation, so I'll lean towards the former. But only slightly.) As the gender construct of being a 'female' is pushed even further, you teach your daughter complicated activities – driving, perhaps, sending them off away from home, wearing a sari (those freaking pleats!), cooking and de-veining prawns for added advantage. At the end of that, you have a person who genuinely dislikes blending into anything, doesn't like bei
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The weekend hasn't happened yet. You are not recovering from it, nor dealing with the implications of all that has arisen. You are arriving, not departing. Why then, do you feel as if it is a done deal? What makes you so sure that you know what's in store? Be careful. Somewhere within the intensity of an expectation is the potential for a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you are going to have one of those, you want one based on a burning desire, not a debilitating fear.
~http://www.cainer.com/